FLORAL CEREMONIES. 
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They bend above the moonlit stream 
With gathered fruit and flowers 
The last on which the sun has left 
The earlier rosy hours. 
One sends a vow to him afar— 
Oh !—never can the heart 
Know half the love it cherishes 
Until it comes to part. 
A thousand things are then recalled, 
Though scarcely marked at first; 
But lingering thoughts in after hours 
Betray how they were nurs’d. 
Another sends a little boat 
Upon its happier way ; 
She knows to-morrow will restore 
The eyes she loved to-day. 
They bend with all the eager hopes, 
The confidence of youth, 
Which makes the future it believes, 
And trusts itself with truth. 
